Dog Poet Transmitting.......
September slipped into the room and now it waits for some event to autograph it with the memory of it having been here. Soon it will be gone. One month follows another. One year scrolls by and the next one arrives. Life begins as a cycling diorama of changes. The furniture changes like the seasons, where you may or may not try to adapt yourself to the carouseling rooms, or you think the problem is the way the furniture is arranged and it has nothing to do with you. For awhile everything is going out and your world becomes the embodiment of what you thought it into.
Like plastic being fashioned through an injection molding machine, it becomes an expression of what you imagined. Your desires heated it into molten possibility and then... it cooled. You got used to seeing it from your perspective and everyone else, if they bothered to, saw it from theirs. Judgment played musical chairs and what was left? What had the greatest impact... the censure of the world? ... the praise of the world? What you saw, no matter what anyone thinks? Did you have the juice to enforce that? Sigh...
You can smell the burning plastic. "The horror! The horror!" Take that diorama of years. Watch it from now till back then. You can see the CRAZY! You can see what happens to the Barbie Doll, as the licking tongues of flame, the hypnotized, fiery adoration of The Stupids, is fed into the software of the injection molding machine and the natural is abnormalized. You take someone and shower them with praise, for doing what any songbird does better and for free all day long. Then you exclusi-vise them. You surround them with a traveling velvet rope. You give them absurd amount of money. Their world is shaped for them and they are turned into an iron pyrite icon; assuredly all that glitters is not gold ...and it should come as no surprise when you get this- .
As CRAZY gets normalized into the matrix of aggressive subliminal persuasion, Evil is vigorously slipping into the back door without the benefit of lubrication. Evil is painting a smiley face on duped innocence and they gonna dress her up all nice and fine, so she can do the Horizontal Hula in the cannibal pot, that looks like a goldfish bowl, in Jeffrey Epstein's new Tel Aviv apartment. It's all part of a saturation program that is in every commercial, TV show and movie you see these days but with strange consequences. Let me here inform you that similar unfortunate results, can be expected in every cultural rolfing session, being employed presently ...and in times to come by the Infernal Lowerarchy, UNTIL the Big Engineer in the Sky, activates the power flow, track switch. They have had it their way for a bad long time. It has been such a length of time that most all of us may have forgotten, if we ever knew in the first place, that this has all been a setup; give them enough rope etc.
You might ask if, in fact, there is a Big Engineer in the Sky. Let us say that this engineer is one with a circumference nowhere and a center everywhere. This should come as very reassuring news for those who understand what it means. It also confirms my unshakable belief that God Almighty is indwelling, even if he is everywhere else as well... after a fashion.
If Moby was a Jesus Freak and his seed was merged in a Petri Dish, with the seed of Anton Szandor La Vey, you would probably get someone like this, talking about something like this. A case could be made for Lenin in the Petri Dish as well but... this is the kind of information that is being disseminated out there these days. When you ALSO see information like this, coming out on a news broadcast from a Fox subsidiary, then you know that lies are the genuine currency of these times. You know that we have entered a time of the celebration of vampirizing amusements, of faithlessness and the venomous writhing of a generation of vipers.
It is in these times that we shall see the evidence of what Lord Krishna said in the Bhagavad Gita;
"Whenever and wherever there is a decline in virtue O Arjuna and a predominant rise of irreligion-at that time I manifest myself as an embodied being. To deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to reestablish the principles of religion, I myself appear, millennium after millennium."
There is no telling what the manner of that presentation may be, or the hour of its appearance. What we do know is that it will occur, as it has always done in the past and the reason for this is that existence itself has no existence, without the ceaseless meditation of God upon it and who is INTIMATELY aware of everything that is or has been, or ever will be for that matter.
Here is an extract from the prophecies of Shambhalla;
The prophecy of Shambhalla gives us a hint of the coming Golden Age. There will be 32 kings, each reigning for a 100 years. As their reigns pass, conditions of the world will deteriorate. Wars will break out in the pursuit of power. Materialism will overcome spiritualism and spread over the world. Then the 'barbarians' who follow this ideology of power and materialism are united under one evil king, assuming there is nothing left to conquer. When this time comes, the mists will then lift to reveal the icy mountains of Shambhala.
Seeing the promised lands of Shambhalla, the barbarians will then attack Shambhalla with a huge army equipped with terrible weapons. The 32nd king of Shambhala, Rudra Cakrin, ‘The Wrathful One with the Wheel' will rise from his throne and lead a mighty host against the invaders destroying the army of barbarians.
After the battle has been won, the rule of Shambhalla will cover the world, bringing in the greatest Age of all times. Food will grow without work, there will be no disease or poverty, hatred and jealousies will be replaced with love and the great saints and sages of the past will return to life to teach true wisdom of the Ages."
Of course, metaphor, allegory and analogy are coming and going at all times.
From this page you can access a particular source of information, concerning some of the where and withal of Shambhalla, at least according to this particular historian. All that I can say concerning the veracity of the information presented here, is that it generally agrees with what I have heard from other sources. If it does no more than to stimulate your curiosity, or even to entertain you, it won't amount to a great deal of time lost in the midst of your usual ventures.
I will dispense with any further links. I suspect you have links a plenty here.
LORD... I THANK YOU FOR THIS GRATITUDE THAT HAS SHAPED MY ATTITUDE, in these times of travesty and apprehension. We don't know what is coming but the signs exhibited in the public displays and general behavior of the people and the nature of their attractions and preoccupations, tell us a great deal that some of us would prefer were radically different than they are. A truly unfortunate number of us have been hijacked by a terrible and consuming darkness and are sinking beneath the waves of a suffocating and abysmal ignorance that races across the landscape like vengeful furies howling and dancing in the wind.
I shudder to think of the possibilities of misfortune that exist for those born into these times. I do not know what to say. Those who should hear are not disposed to listen and as an uncle of mine was fond of saying when I was young, "those who cannot hear must feel." I wish every one of you the best and most serendipitous of outcomes. It is my sure conviction that your destiny depends on that in which you have placed your faith. In some cases there can be no good result. In others there can be no bad outcome. Time will tell and we shall see!
Today's Song is- ♫Peace♫
Of course... for news feeds and opinion, there is always Pocketnet.
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